The teahouse became quiet, and even the owner walked out from the counter.
Shi Zelan smiled at the people in the tea, then walked out of the storytelling table and jumped off the table.
She had already sat down, and the people around her said "ah": "Brother, please finish telling the story."
Shi Zelan waved to them: "This story tells It’s endless, really.
When Mr. Novel Book comes next time, you can ask him if this story can be finished.”
"My boss, please invite this young man to be a storyteller.
There is no shortage of storytellers in your teahouse."
The boss looked at everyone with a smile: "I am willing I asked this young man to be a storyteller, but he may not be willing to tell stories."
Everyone looked at Shi Zelan, and she had to stand up and salute: "I'm sorry for your kindness, my elders treat me badly. There are other arrangements.”
Shi Xiaoliu and Xia Yu smiled at each other, and the atmosphere in the teahouse became lively.
After Shi Zelan took the lead, bold young people also stood in front of the speaking desk and started speaking.
“Let’s tell, tell, a story today.”
“Okay, I heard that Mr. Novel Writers used to start storytelling like this too. You have the demeanor of Mr. Novel Books.”
Some people cheered and encouraged, and the people on the stage became bolder and began to tell stories smoothly.
The owner pulled up a bench at this moment, and the waiter also squeezed into the crowd to join in the fun.
The sound of cockcrows could be heard in the distance. It was still dark outside, but the teahouse was bustling.
Everyone lined up to tell stories at the desk. No matter what they said was good or not too bad, everyone in the audience clapped their hands and applauded.
The sky was getting brighter, and there were still people queuing up to tell stories. Shi Xiaoliu and the other three looked at each other and felt that it was not appropriate to get up and leave at this time.
The excitement in the teahouse attracted everyone passing by. They followed into the teahouse and listened to the young man's story-telling performance.
At this time, the owner stood up to stop the people who were about to come in, and persuaded in a low voice: "Our teahouse will be open all night, and we will close it after a while."
"Master, we're not ordering tea, we just want to join in the excitement in your teahouse."
The master had a grimace and couldn't stop him anymore. He could only ask the waiter: "Is there anyone else queuing up?"
The waiter made a "three" sign with his finger, and the owner breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, after the three of them finish talking, someone will leave."
The last person in the teahouse A young man came on stage to tell a story. His story was dull, but he told it very smoothly.
After he came off the stage, everyone cheered: "Hahaha, we can also go on stage and tell stories for a while."
No one was telling stories on the stage anymore, and those who came from behind also walked outside at this time.
The people in the teahouse also stood up, and one of them brought a piece of silver to the host: "My boss, this night has been so wonderful."
The host did not expect that there would be more With this kind of windfall, he immediately said happily: "If you come back next year, I will leave a table for you."
When Shi Xiaoliu and the others left, they also put a piece of silver into his hand, and he accepted it. After that, he directly gave Shi Zelan another piece of silver.
Shi Zelan looked at him in surprise: "My boss, what do you mean?"
"This is hard-earned money for my little brother."
Shi Zelan smiled. After taking the money, he gave it to the boss: "We are very happy tonight. Boss, I wish you a prosperous teahouse business."
The three of them left the teahouse, and someone asked Shi Zelan: "Brother, did you discuss it with your boss when you went on stage to tell stories?"
Shi Zelan smiled and shook his head: "No, really. It happened on a whim, but luckily everyone was generous." The three of them walked out of the city, and the people traveling with them made an appointment with them to come to the teahouse again on the fifteenth day of next year.
Shi Xiaoliu and the other three smiled and said nothing. After leaving the city gate, they watched everyone get on the carriage, and then they slowly walked towards the official road.
There were many people leaving the city at this moment, and carriages passed by them one after another. The dust raised caused them to avoid the roadside.
The three of them walked forward for a while, and finally there were not so many carriages passing by on the official road, so the three of them turned into a small road.
Shi Xiaoliu said with a smile: "It's a very good thing to go out for a night occasionally."
Xia Yu said with a smile: "It's a very fresh feeling."
Shi Zelan looked at the two of them and said: "I want to go back and lie down now, lying on my roof to bask in the sun."
"Sister Lan, don't be so frustrated."
Xia Yu glanced at Shi Zelan: "We never thought that you had the ability to tell stories."
"Oh, I didn't even think about it myself. I just want to amuse you."
"But everyone lined up to go on stage to tell stories, and everyone looked very excited, which was also very happy."
"Xiao Liu, your story is also very interesting."
Shi Xiaoliu and Xia Yu were originally watching the fun in the audience, but people in the teahouse believed that they and Shi Zelan were together.
Shi Zelan knows how to tell a story, so the two of them must tell a good story.
So the young people encouraged Shi Xiaoliu and Xia Yu to tell stories on stage, and they had no choice but to tell stories on stage.
Xia Yu said that he could not tell stories, but he could recite the first verse of the Tao Te Ching to everyone.
At that time, everyone in the teahouse was quiet. When Xia Yu actually recited a verse of the Tao Te Ching, the young people all slapped the table and laughed.
Then everyone got on a whim, and the young people all stood in front of the storytelling desk and memorized the article.
When Shi Xiaoliu was encouraged by everyone, he smiled and said: "I can't read, so I will tell you the story of medicinal herbs."
Shi Zelan thought of what happened in the teahouse in the early morning, and she smiled He said: "I will remember this night, it was so wonderful.
The boss probably never thought that there were so many talented people sitting in his teahouse."
"Yes, when the uncle came on stage, he talked about interesting things from his childhood. I laughed so hard that I couldn't even lift my head."
"The young man came on stage and talked about his family. After everyone laughed about what happened to the old man, they felt grateful for the deep friendship between their ancestors and their grandchildren."
The three of them walked on the deserted road, leaving a string of laughter behind.
The sun was very bright in the morning. They returned to the top of the mountain, checked the living conditions of the three elders, and carefully checked the surrounding protective barriers.
The three of them stood on the side of the mountain for a while with peace of mind. At the foot of the mountain, there was an alchemist walking around with a compass.
Shi Zelan thought of some legends about the sect, and she asked Xia Yu: "Xia Yu, they said that the magic weapon of the elders in the sect is the compass?"
"Yes, you have also heard of such legends.< br>
When I found out about it, I specifically asked my grandfather about it.
My grandfather said that when he was young, he liked the art of Taoism and medicine, so he chose the compass as an instrument. ”
After hearing this, Shi Zelan sighed: "I actually wanted to choose bricks as a utensil, but I practice swordplay every day and rarely think of using bricks." (End of Chapter)